Emberwood sail

His ears would shift to the direction of the bark – the moment the cry echoed across the forest, the silver male’s senses were alerted, and his bright eyes drifted cautiously around him. Bright green eyes would fall upon a youthful and ivory male, and while there had been no malicious intent in the sound that had captured his attention, his quick glance was quick reassurance of this.

Easing his form in to a neutral state, Rifter drifted a few paces closer, studying the stranger and allowing a small grin to play at the corners of his muzzle. “Lo,’” he offered casually, his tail giving an idle flick as he slowed now, keeping a respectful distance between the two. It had been awhile since he had conversed with another and he found the interruption to be quite welcomed. “I’m Rifter,” he offered then, giving a light nod of his boyish muzzle.